Best Dolts Poems

He Loves Her? He Loves Her Not?  – An Echo Poem
By Darren White and Brian Johnston

Darren White’s Original Poem – WHAT LOVE LOOKS LIKE
PoetrySoup.com - Reprinted with permission

“If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
Like this.”

-...

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Their mangled and broken bodies
return home in flag draped caskets.
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
while a band plays patriotic
hymns for their services rendered
and a choir to give them a voice.
If I may be so bold to say
that I see no sweetness in death
nor the...

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Mother rams with baby lambs
for greener grass are hunting.
Mama cows spy mama sows
with piglets softly grunting.

Creature ma’ams are joined by dams
whose baby colts start snorting!
Calves and colts and pigs like dolts
in meadows are cavorting.

March 10, 2021
for Eve Roper's Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
(I learned a new...

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I am woman … 
WOMAN
Of Congo, 
Chewed, 
Spat out,
And bestowed with straw basket
To fetch water. 
You set upon us 
Wild dogs, 
Stretching our legs wide,
Ripping out our genitals and dignity
To nurse your children’s 
Craving.

‘fore you design gods;
Ones who create dolts, 
Small-minded folks, 
And feast on...

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Michael Latido has quite a history.
He is considered a medical mystery.
The razor blades, nuts and bolts.
Eaten by him and other dolts.
Are nothing, compared to namely,
His eating a grocer cart, bicycle 
and claim to fame, doing away inanely...
With a complete Cessna airplane

© Apr 09 2010...

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I cannot, will not, do not suffer fools gladly
especially those dolts that are not capable of recognising or realising
the plummeting depths of their own unfathomable foolishness!

It is believed that charity should begin at home, or so they say,
But, damn, when your every nerve is stretched...

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Now I am sitting alone in this
Funny wagon with my boom box
and minding my own business
along with a bunch of numskulls
who thinks I am a nutcase like them—
What a drag! And they think we are
all going to a Funny Farm where
they take those who go...

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Building a House on Sand

By Elton Camp

Alabama has some frontage on the Gulf Coast
Where the risk of storm damage is the most

People with money will build right on the beach
Instead of where a hurricane isn’t likely to reach

Then for all of us, house insurance rates...

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It's closing time, I'm sad to say.
The clock insists it's after five.
Now comes the hardest part of day,
The long, infernal homeward drive.

I leave my job and peace behind
And hit the highway as before,
To traffic tie-ups I'm resigned.
I'm off to fight uncivil war.

A dozen blocks and...

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About Twenty Two Score Years Ago...

One “FAKE” rumor purports April Fools’ Day
accepted with hostile abandonment
according to Giggle ling search result
conducted by this gent
adopted when France switched

rather than fight abolishment
transitioning from Julian calendar
to Gregorian calendar,
(yet maintaining same gender reassignment)
called for by the Council of Trent

Lot affecting...

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Sinister were the clouds that emptied their kettles
I lowered my umbrella and gave a defiant stare
Raindrops stung my face like needle sharp nettles
Daringly, I squared my shoulders, letting anger flare

Lightning flashed in jagged shards, trying to scare me
Thunder bellowed loudly; his blatant echoes roared
I stood...

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If there's frost on your noodle, don't despair
It's a sign of genius if you've got grey hair

But the experts say when the colour takes flight
Intelligence doesn't just happen overnight

It takes years and years of bumps and grinds
So make sure you don't get left behind

To survive...

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There’s a monkey tag-team of mo-rons 
running things   ~   Polly Would Pinocchio style
Dumb and Dumber dolts 
got dim a dullard king Dumbo
dunce chair directing

Elephant Man, with the carrot top sage
He’s a veggie dense thinker, 
whose airhead leading the buffoon brigade
And it’s...

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I’ve gone through some boring times,
they’re inevitable in life,
luckily, I can truly say,
that I’ve never faced real strife.
In fact the only moment
I ever felt great despair,
was as a teen in high school,
when force to read Jane Eyre.

Good lord was the book boring,
so self-important and dull,
even...

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He Loves Her? He Loves Her Not?  – An Echo Poem
By Darren White and Brian Johnston

Darren White’s Original Poem – WHAT LOVE LOOKS LIKE
PoetrySoup.com - Reprinted with permission

“If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
Like this.”

-...

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